But she was staring at him still, poised and effervescent, granting him more answers to his silly queries, reminding him she only served one God and she couldn’t call to all of them (but wouldn’t it be wonderful if she could, if they all could?). The lad still smiled, still grinned a Cheshire rampart, as she replied – of a value not suitable for words, for tongues, for mere mortals. He laughed a little at her hasty comment, felt like it was directed towards him, the youth fueled and persistent and always rampaging towards his next destination. Maybe he was ignorant and unknowing too – because he knew so much about the world and its strengths, its failings, but so little as well, like why the measure of his strength, of his brutality, of his heart never seemed to matter, or why some days, some hours, his determination wasn’t enough. He wasn’t enough. “Then you are blessed to have such an ability.” He coiled and unleashed, a knowing grin, a captivating stare, a whimsical wink, understanding, comprehending, at the very least, that he wasn’t worth the rapture and reverence she held in her finesse, in her potency. One day, he thought to himself. One day even the Gods will know me.
He’d looked down at the snowy ground along the interval, then across the vast plain to ensure Orsino was still alive, when her question sprang across his ears, caused him to jerk his head up and around, facing her directly all over again. The knight’s brow arched a few careful degrees, uncertain, unsure, of how to proceed. In normal circumstances he’d be the epitome of control – a polished lad seeking adventure, a prince bowing his head to every soul he met, a courageous, intrepid fool longing for answers he couldn’t have or fathom. He hadn’t expected the layers nestled between her query, the riddles, the enigmas, or why she wanted to know. Next to her splendor, he was nothing. The boy’s response shouldn’t have mattered, but he found himself taking the time to reply – because he didn’t want to proclaim he sought power in every inch of the realm, he didn’t want her to know that he lied through his teeth to get what he wanted, and he didn’t want to inform her that all he saw behind his eyes was the blood of his enemies, splashed and spilled across the ground, their bones bare, their faces vacant, their souls damned, gone, and his vengeance completed. “The world is full of so many things, but I imagine it as a stepping stone, a lesson in experiences,” he started, gaze ignited over the desolate area, the warbling surf of snow and ice. “I’ve seen power and devastation. I’ve seen hope and wrath.” His eyes chiseled back to her again, a little lost in the vision, in the sea, of angelic gold. “So I strive to see what I can learn from it, each and every day – and trust, eventually, I’ll be able to do something great and grand with such wisdom.” He ceased there, before he unraveled all the incantations, all the wickedness, of his cherished sagacity, and thrust the inquiry back upon her. "How do you see the world?"
@Maren